I can’t help but to compare myself to her
I often wonder what you seen in her
Does she have a few things I don’t possess?
I know, I heard that you aren’t suppose to worry about things that aren’t yours
But I can’t help but stress.
Does she stimulate you mentally?
Can she work you physically?
I thought I did that for you, I guess that’s why it’s killing me.
I look at her and imagine everything I couldn’t be
She’s everywhere I want to be.